Favorite things, mine! Pizza, oh how I love pizza. Red sports cars. Wow I love a red corvette. The smell of lilacs. Maybe I got that one from my Mom. Growing up we had these huge lilac bushes next to the house. Women, oh boy do I love women. But don’t mistake what I said with a womanizer. I have nothing but respect for all women. Audio Equipment and good music. I do consider myself to be a budget audiophile.

I have a few other favorite things but how do we pick our favorite things? We don’t. They just are. We like them. We don’t exactly know why, we just do. We enjoy our favorite things.

They are trying to take a few of my favorite things away. They want me to stop engaging in them. That is why they say they are electronically harassing me, bullying me, belittling me, bad mouthing me, ridiculing me, though they won’t admit that they are doing anything wrong. All day every day and even while I sleep, that’s what I have to listen to. Them telling me that I need to modify my list of favorite things. Well I’m not having it. I’m done. I’m fed up. Who are they, to tell me, what my favorite things can or cannot be. They are one of my least favorite things. I can’t make them stop and its torture, to listen to them any further. But I’m still not going to do what they want. They can kiss my ass. Torture away. I’m not giving in.

I think one of their favorite things is psychotronically torturing people.

I think it my come down to pleasure. What gives us pleasure. To get pleasure from telling someone what they can or can’t do is pretty sick and out of line.